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Rh THE HEROES

such strange and wonderful ways

God would save His world again.

All our days are holy days,

Starry heroes all our men.

There's naught common or unclean

In this splendid new-made earth:

Hearts uplifted, eyes serene,

Grief goes gayer now than mirth.

Quietly in the sacred night

Tears must fall, O noble tears!

That are shed in the Lord's sight

And are only for His ears.

Who would mourn aloud for sons

Gorgeous in our firmament,

Starry constellations

In the way their fathers went?